Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 16:28:04 EST
From: Zenith64131@aol.com
Subject: Owned by a Black Pimp
Owned by a Black Pimp
by
Zenith64131@aol.com
Disclaimer: If you are under the age of 18 or 21 depending on your
community's standards for the viewing of adult-oriented material, you must
not read any further. The following describes sex between two consenting
males. If you find it offensive, you should not continue to read this
material.
First of all, let me tell you that this story is 100% true. I am into sex
with black guys. I love straight acting, dominating studs that want to use
my mouth and my wallet. As you may recall, I wrote Black Gangsta Boy. I met
up with that kid again and I'm going to be posting that story soon. Just
after the holidays, I met up with another gangsta boy in a mall down south.
More to come about that. In the meantime, this episode just happened
tonight. It was my hottest trick yet.
I headed into town this afternoon with my digital camera. I wanted to get a
picture of the black kid I'd sucked off twice since Thanksgiving.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find him anywhere. I cruised around the black
area for a long time. I now know some of the older pimps and they wave when
they see me go by. I was about to give up on finding my stud when I noticed
a dark figure walking down an alley.
I drove around the block and came toward him from a different direction.
This black guy had a jacket on and looked a little older than the others I'd
messed around with. That concerned me. I was in no mood to get robbed. I
cautiously stopped and opened my window.
"What's up?" I asked as he walked by. The guy walked back toward me.
"Not much. What up wit you?" he asked.
"I'm looking for something," I said. "You a cop?"
"No, shit man. Do I look like da police? You a cop?" he asked.
"No. I'm looking for something tonight."
"What you be looking fo? I might be able to help," the young man said. From
his face, I judged him to be in his early twenties.
"I need some black dick," I replied. "You know where I can find some?"
"How much money you got?" he asked. Jeez, I thought to myself. It seemed
like every one of these guys is only motivated by money.
"I ain't got shit," I said. "I've only got about $20 on me." He laughed.
"$40 and you can suck it," he said. He walked over to the passenger's door.
I unlocked it and he climbed in.
"I'll stop by the ATM," I said. I drove over to the bank ATM and pulled
another $20 out. I gave him the money.
"Where you wanna go?" he asked. I told him anywhere that he thought it was
safe.
"Let's get da fuck outta this side of town. Mothafuckin cops all over.
Detectives and shit be everywhere. They got cameras. It ain't safe." With
that, he pulled his hood down revealing dreadlocks.
I drove over to an older, predominately white neighborhood. We parked near a
factory on a dimly lit street.
I reached over and felt his cock through his jeans. It was already hard. He
asked me my name and I told him. Then I asked his. He replied "KC" I asked
if his name was Casey or initials and he said initials. With that he tilted
the seat back and undid his baggy pants.
KC pulled his pants down and then lowered his boxers. His boner was
completely erect. I was amazed with the length and girth of his cock. It
was the biggest, most perfectly shaped black cock I'd ever seen. I touched it
and stroked a bit to see how much skin was on it. (I'm not thrilled about
uncut dicks) It was neatly circumcised. Hard as a rock already, it had to
be at least nine inches.
"Suck it," he commanded. As I leaned over to put his cock into my mouth, I
noticed the clock on the CD player said 5:49. I took the big cock into my
mouth and throat and immediately gagged. I've sucked some big weenies
before, but this was by far the largest. I backed off a bit.
I opened my mouth wide and carefully covered my teeth with my lips. I slowly
went down on KC's dick and he groaned. I bobbed up and down on his penis and
felt his big balls. I tongued the underside of his organ and he moaned
loudly. I sucked the big cock several minutes and then had to come up for a
rest.
"You like that?" he asked. I nodded.
"I'm a pimp," he volunteered. "I got bitches and shit."
"You ever let a guy suck you off before?" I asked.
"I've done lots of things," he volunteered.
"You ever suck cock?" I asked.
"Don't like to," he said. "Rather fuck bitches."
I rubbed the bulge in my own jeans. I told KC how fucking hot he is and how
horny he made me.
"You ever get it in the ass?" he asked.
"Not for years," I said. "I can't stand the pain."
"I gonna make you my bitch then. Bitch, you gonna keep playing with
yourself?" he asked. "Now take it out."
I looked at him. His eyes took on an almost sinister look. "I said, BITCH,
take out yo little white cock and play with it."
I undid my jeans and released my eight and half inch cock. KC seemed
surprised by the size of it.
"You gonna cum for me now," he said. "Play with yo white boy cock."
I started jacking my cock while he watched. I looked at his young, sexy
black face and though about how much I wanted him to use me for his pleasure.
He could see the longing in my eyes.
"Why you can't come?" he asked. "Get down here and suck on me some mo' while
you play with that white cock, bitch."
I played with my big dick while I sucked him. He held my head in his hands
while continuing to call me names and make fun of me for being white.
"Now you betta nut, bitch. Jack off for me. Why can't you fucking nut?" he
asked.
"I'm kind of nervous," I replied. As I looked into his eyes, I melted. "You
are so beautiful. I could cum if you'd let me kiss those lips."
He reached over and rubbed both of his hands on my cock. Instead of jacking
it up and down, he rolled it back and forth from side to side. It felt
fantastic. I still can't duplicate the sensation. I reached up and touched
his hair. It felt so tight, yet soft. I touched the skin on his neck and
leaned over to smell him. I kissed his neck.
"Bitch," he said, looking me right in the eye, "You falling in love? Don't
be falling in love wit me, you white ho." I continued to melt.
"I want you to fuck me in the ass," I jabbered. "I want to be your bitch. I
want to use me like the slut I am. I need your black cock in me so bad."
"What's dis?" he asked, grabbing my employee badge from the rearview mirror.
He laughed. "You work at ****?" So you name is "****?"
"Please don' t take that," I begged. "I use that to get in at work."
"Dat's so funny. You some kinda big wig and you sucking black dick. You
gonna take me to you 'company functions'?" I know you white mothafuckas got
'spense accounts and shit."
"If you were my boyfriend, I'd be proud to," I countered.
"You ashamed," KC said. "If you wasn't ashamed, you wouldn't be suckin' my
cock in the dark, sneaking around and shit. I can hear 'em at yo work
"Paging Mr. ******. Yo nigga is here. You don't want 'em to know you a
bitch for black dick."
"Now keep playing with yo'self," KC said. "You gotta nut first. I not gonna
nut till I nut in yo white ass."
"Can I please kiss you?" I asked.
"Will y'all cum if I do?" he asked. I said yes. My hand flew back and forth
on my cock and I started approaching orgasm. He roughly played with my
balls, all the while calling me a cocksucker and a faggot.
I felt my orgasm approaching.
"Now!" I yelled. KC leaned over and sucked on my lower lip. I pressed my
lips to his and kissed him. Our tongues met. I loved the feel of his big
spongy lips against mine. He seemed to like it, too. I shot cum all over my
shirt and totally emptied my balls.
"Dat's good," he said.
"I really wanted to get you off," I replied. "Can I suck it some more?"
"Nope, I gotta get back to my boys. I supposed to be back at 6:15." I
looked over at the clock. It was ten after six. We'd been messing around
for twenty minutes.
"Can you get a room fo' us?" he asked. "You get a room and be back here at
9:30."
"How come?" I asked.
"I'm gonna nut in that white ass of yours. You my bitch now and you gonna
suck my dick and let me fuck yo ass any time I tell you. If you a good
bitch, you gonna get some dick from some of da boys. If I wanna sell yo'
white ass to some o' da old niggas, you gonna let them use your white pussy."
I agreed to get a room, knowing full well that I wouldn't be returning. It
was too risky.
"You be back here at 9:30. You don't come back, I know where you work and I
know yo name. I be calling you at work to tell you git yo white ass to get
back to the hood. You my bitch now. And bring a hundred fifty dollas, too."
I didn't return tonight. As tempting as it sounds, KC's huge cock would have
torn me apart. He is a beautiful young man with a very impressive penis.
Though bragging and saying he is straight, he let me suck his cock, kiss
him, feel his ass, and he even jacked my cock. He is a fine specimen of prime
black meat and I'm sure is a fantastic lover. He wanted to see me cum even
though I really wanted to make him shoot. Maybe he was bullshitting me, but I
was impressed by how sexy he made me feel. Sure, I was paying a kid for sex
and most of them let you know that they don't give a fuck about your
pleasure, but this time it was different. If I decide to let one of these
little black gangsta boys have a piece of my white ass, I want it to be KC.
I would want him to be my pimp.